By animeninjaNIPPON
No sound came out of the speakers.
"What's going ON?" cried Zim, shaking his silent blue guitar. He looked over at the speakers. As he suspected, Gir had unplugged the amp. The little robot giggled maniacally as he bent the prongs of the plug into a triangle. "Heeheehee! Ah made a MOUNTAIN!"
"NOOOO!" Zim wailed, crushing the handle of his guitar in his mighty Irken grip.
"Who's tasting 'sweet victory' now?" Dib taunted, still holding the microphone chord.
Zim released his spider legs. "Come on, Gir!" He turned and scurried away, the neurotic SIR following close behind. "SLEEP in your bed TONIGHT, DIB-WORM," Zim called out, "for TOMORROW, you will MEET YOUR DOOM!"
Dib dropped the mic, shaking his head in dismay. "I wonder what he put in that thing to make it mess up my nervous system…" Immediately, he examined the speakers. Sticking out of the left speaker was a small orange box. Naturally, Dib took it out to get a better look, but when he did, the whole speaker system collapsed around him. He took the box indoors and left the debris for the hobos to steal.
Once in his room, he admired his newly acquired treasure with awe, wondering how it worked. After a few minutes of that, he opened his closet to put it away with all his other Zim stuff. "Hey…"
On a shelf sat an old spell drive. Upon closer inspection, it still had one point left in it. "Well," Dib mused, "I only used one for – " He didn't need to finish that sentence, nor did he want to, as unrepressed memories of Gaz's pig-mouth and that toilet came back to haunt him. He looked at the spell drive again. "If only I had more points…" His gaze fell back to the amplifier he nicked from Zim. "…Or a way to make that one point worth more."
Without a second thought, he grabbed both objects, plopped down on his bed, and started tinkering with them (which was rather stupid, Dib admitted to himself). In less than 20 minutes, he had rewired the Irken doodad into the spell drive, and sure enough, it multiplied the point value.
"Hmm…" Dib browsed through the things he could wish for – wings, body swapping, bolognification – but nothing really interested him. "I want something that can rid me of Zim once and for all. Something that will utterly destroy him." He bit into a taco he just happened to have next to his alarm clock as he continued searching. But exactly one second later, he found what he was looking for – something so amazing that he spit out his taco in shock.
"Time travel! That's so COOL! I could go back in time and warn myself about all the stupid things I'm about to do – no, wait... I could stop Zim before he ever sets foot inside Ms. Bitters' class!" With absolutely no hesitation, he did what he needed to do and silently prayed that his sister wouldn't be involved in the results. In the blink of an eye, a little box with a picture of a red stopwatch and the words "TIME WARP" appeared next to him. He opened it up and pulled out the contents – a stopwatch the color of Zim's extraterrestrial eyes and the directions on how to use it.
"Attach to a car, motorbike, or other automotive device," Dib read. "That will become your time machine." And he knew exactly what to use for his machine – Tak's spaceship.
End of part two